Title: Thriftin' Artist: T34L Release Year: 2025 Released as: Album (Pin-Up Girl) ISRC: QT6G72575297 ASCAP: 933822521
I got a five-dollar jacket and some scuffed-up leather boots
I’m a wild-grown flower with some hand-me-down roots
I ain’t a billboard mannequin or a page in a magazine
I’m a yard sale queen in some vintage denim jeans
Society’s a salesman tryna tell me what I lack
But I’m findin’ all my treasures on a dusty metal rack
Keep your high-end labels and your overpriced regret
I haven’t met a price tag that’s worth the soul I’d sweat
They’re sellin’ you a lie just to keep you in the race
But I’m findin’ my own rhythm at a different kinda pace
Yeah, I’m thriftin’ my way through a world of fake
I’m keepin’ every dollar and the memories I make
I don’t need a brand name to tell me I’m the best
I’m a million-dollar spirit in a twenty-cent dress
Let ’em stare, let ’em talk, let ’em judge what they see
I’m happy in the threads that feel like me
Look, they want you broke and hungry for a look you can’t afford
But I’m findin’ holy relics in a bin of the ignored
There’s a story in these stitches, there’s a history in the hem
I’m findin’ diamonds in the rough while they’re chasin’ every whim
I don’t dress for the commercials, I don’t dress for the applause
I’m just a girl who’s livin’ life without the fashion laws
I ain’t chasin’ shadows of a trend that’s gonna die
I’m shoppin’ in the places where the truth don’t have to lie
Yeah, I’m thriftin’ my way through a world of fake
I’m keepin’ every dollar and the memories I make
I don’t need a brand name to tell me I’m the best
I’m a million-dollar spirit in a twenty-cent dress
Let ’em stare, let ’em talk, let ’em judge what they see
I’m happy in the threads that feel like me
My worth ain’t in a zipper, it ain’t sewn into a tag
I could be a masterpiece in a brown paper bag
I’m wearin’ what I want, I’m breathin’ in the real
You can’t put a price on the way this freedom feels
No, I don’t need the shiny things to feel like I’m enough
I’m a diamond in the middle of this secondhand stuff
I don’t need a brand name to tell me I’m the best
I’m a million-dollar spirit in a twenty-cent dress
Let ’em stare, let ’em talk, let ’em judge what they see
I’m happy in the threads that feel like me
Yeah. Just me. I love thriftin’
